Tag: self

A lot of people my age are starting to lose parents. Luckily for me, both of mine have survived, as have my wife’s. Family is critically important to me, and no matter what other interests I have (save writing and creation), all of them are subject to time with my family. Of all the things …

Maybe I’m just not a fan of labels. I wrote a few days ago about how we shouldn’t define ourselves by our jobs, that our actual selves are something beyond “architect” or “woodworker” or “environmentalist”. We don’t get to be labeled petty fucks because we’re a lawyer or a bland because we’re accountants. We don’t …

I often wonder about the labels we put on ourselves. I don’t know if this is true in all countries or just most of them, but here in North America, it’s the most common thing in the world to identify ourselves by our jobs. It’s almost immediate. Reactionary. “What do you do?” is as common …

I’m coming to grips with the idea that there is no end. I mean, not that we won’t end. All things eventually do. In the existential scheme of the multiverse, on the scale of infinity, eternity and dimensionality, we will all become footnotes in history, if we are remembered at all. The merest speck of …

About a month and a half ago, I read a personal development book that changed my perspective on self. The author, as usual, depicted himself as a guru. A business genius who meditated and did yoga and travelled and only surrounded himself with positive people and positive thoughts and as a result, was fabulously wealthy …

I’m trying to get a little bit more of this in today. I’ve been fairly down on myself for the past week or so, questioning my skills and my abilities and generally wanting to scrap it all and start over. Again. For the thousandth time. At least. Part of that is the comedown from an …